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will be heeded.”

      Watson looked from one Earthman to the next. “We are in agreement?”

      Each in turn nodded.

      Peter MacDonald said, “And do you all realize that here we have a unique situation that might be exploited for the benefit of the whole race?”

      They looked to him, questioningly.

      “The dynamic we find in Genoa—and Texcoco, too, for that matter, though we disagree on so many fundamentals—is beyond that in the Solar System. These are new planets, new ambitions are alive. We have at our fingertips man’s highest developments, evolved on Earth. But with this new dynamic, this freshness, might we not in time push even beyond old Earth?”

      “You mean—” Natt Roberts said.

      MacDonald nodded. “What particular of value is gained by our uniting Genoa and Texcoco with the so-called Galactic Commonwealth? Why not press ahead on our own? With the vigor of these new races we might well leave Earth far behind.”

      Watson mused, “Carrying your suggestion to the ultimate, who is to say that one day Rigel might not become the new center of the human race, rather than Sol?”

      “A point well taken,” Gunther agreed.

      “No,” Taller said softly.

      The six Earthmen turned hostile eyes to him.

      “This particular matter does not concern you, Generalissimo,” Watson rapped at him.

      Taller smiled his amusement at that and came to his feet.

      “No,” he said. “I am afraid that hard though it might be for you to give up the powers you have held so long, you Earthlings are going to have to return to Terra City, from whence you came.”

      Baron Leonar said in gentle agreement, “Obviously.”

      “What is this?” Watson rapped. “I’m not at all amused.”

      The Honorable Russ stood also. “There is no use prolonging this. I have heard you Earthlings say, more than once, that man adapts to preserve himself. Very well, we of Genoa and Texcoco are adapting to the present situation. We are of the belief that if you are allowed to remain in power we of the Rigel planets will be destroyed, probably in an atomic holocaust. In self-protection we have found it necessary to unite, we Genoese and Texcocans. We bear you no ill will, far to the contrary. However, it is necessary that you all return to Earth. You have impressed upon us the aforementioned truism that man adapts but in the Pedagogue’s library I have found another that also applies. Power corrupts, and absolute power corrupts absolutely.”

      There were heavy automatics in the hands of Natt Roberts and Dick Hawkins. Barry Watson leaned back in his chair, his eyes narrow. “How’d you ever expect to get away with this sort of treason, Taller?”

      Martin Gunther blurted, “Or you, Russ?”

      Wiss, the Texcocan scientist, held his wrist radio to his mouth and said, “Come in now.”

      Dick Hawkins thumbed back the hammer of his hand gun.

      “Hold it a minute, Dick,” Barry Watson said. “I don’t like this.” To Taller he rapped, “What goes on here? Talk up, you’re just about a dead man.”

      And it was then that they heard the scraping on the outer hull.

      The six Earthmen looked at the overhead, dumfounded.

      “I suggest you put up your weapons,” Taller said quietly. “At this late stage I would hate to see further bloodshed.”

      In moments they heard the opening and closing of locks and footsteps along the corridor. The door opened and in stepped,

      Joe Chessman, Amschel Mayer, Mike Dean, Louis Rosetti, and an emaciated Jerry Kennedy. Their expressions ran the gamut from sheepishness to blank haughtiness.

      MacDonald bug-eyed. “Dean…Rosetti…the Temple priests burned you at the stake!”

      They grinned at him, shamefaced. “Guess not,” Dean said. “We were kidnaped. We’ve been teaching basic science, in some phony monastery.”

      Watson’s face was white. “Joe,” he said.

      “Yeah,” Joe Chessman growled. “You sold me out. But Taller and the Texcocans thought I was still of some use.”

      Amschel Mayer snapped, bitterly, “And now if you fools will put down your stupid guns, we’ll make the final arrangements for returning this expedition to Terra City. Personally, I’ll be glad to get away!”

      Behind the five resurrected Earthmen were a sea of faces representing the foremost figures of both Texcoco and Genoa in every field of endeavor. At least fifty of them in all.

      As though protectively, the eleven Earthmen ganged together at the far side of the messtable they’d met over so often.

      Martin Gunther, his expression dazed, said, “I…I don’t—”

      Taller resumed his spokesmanship. “From the first the most progressive elements on both Texcoco and Genoa realized the value of your expedition and have been in fundamental sympathy with the aims the Pedagogue originally had. Primitive life is not idyllic. Until man is free from nature’s tyranny and has solved the basic problems of sufficient food, clothing, shelter, medical care and education for all, he is unable to realize himself. So we co-operated with you to the extent we found possible.”

      His smile was grim. “I am afraid that almost from the beginning, and on both planets, your very actions developed an…underground, I believe you call it. Not an overt one, since we needed your assistance to build the new industrialized culture you showed us was possible. We even protected you against yourselves, since it soon became obvious that if left alone you’d destroy each other in your addiction to power.”

      Baron Leonar broke in, “Don’t misunderstand. It wasn’t until the past couple of decades that this underground which had sprung up independently on both planets, amalgamated.”

      Barry Watson blurted, “But Joe…Chessman—” he refused to meet the eye of the man he’d condemned.

      Taller said, “From the first you made no effort to study our customs. If you had, you’d have realized why my father allied himself to you after you’d killed Taller First. And why I did not take my revenge on Chessman after he’d killed Reif. A Khan’s first training is that no personal emotion must interfere with the needs of the People. When you turned Joe Chessman over to me, I realized his education, his abilities were too great to destroy. We sent him to a mountain university and have used him profitably all these years. In fact, it was Chessman who finally brought us to space travel.”

      “That’s right,” Buchwald blurted. “You’ve got a spaceship out there. How could you possibly—?”

      Taller said mildly, “There are but a handful of you, you could hardly keep track of two whole planets and all that went on upon them.”

      Amschel Mayer said bitingly, “All this can be gone over on our return to Terra City. We’ll have a full year to explain to ourselves and each other why we became such complete idiots. I was originally head of this expedition—before my supposed friends railroaded me to prison—does anyone object if I take over again?”

      “No,” Joe Chessman growled.

      The others shook their heads.

      Taller said, “There is but one other thing. In spite of how you may feel at this moment of embarrassment, basically you have succeeded in your task. That is, you have brought Texcoco and Genoa to an industrialized culture. We hold various reservations about how you accomplished this. However, when you return to your Co-ordinator of Galactic Colonization, please inform him that we are anxious to receive his ambassadors. The term is ambassadors and we will expect to meet on a basis of equality. Surely in all Earth’s millennia of social evolution man has worked out something better than either of your teams have built

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